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Ulquiorra sighs, "What is your plan, Nnoitra? It better not be anything stupid."
"Don't be such a downer. Of course it's not stupid." Nnoitra replies, giving Ulquiorra a halfhearted glare.
"So what is it?" Grimmjow asks.
"I think it'd be cool if we all got some tattoos." Nnoitra says, practically jumping up and down at the thought of it.
"Tattoos, huh? That's not such a bad idea." Grimmjow says, smirking.
"Hmm, at least it's not as bad as your last plan." Ulquiorra says.
"OK, even I had to admit my last plan was pretty bad. But this one is awesome. You guys in?" Nnoitra asks.
"Yeah sure. What happened last time? What did you do?" Grimmjow asks curiously.
"Let's just say that Nnoitra's hair was a lot longer before." Ulquiorra replies.
"That doesn't sound so bad." Grimmjow says.
"Yeah, it doesn't sound bad when you say it like that, but there was acid involved. As well as some weird instrument. Musical instrument, too." Nnoitra says, looking away and rubbing his neck.
"Oh." Grimmjow says, thinking of all the possible ways that Nnoitra could have lost his hair due to a musical instrument and acid.
"Anyway, I think it's not such a bad idea that we get tattoos, I mean, I certainly wouldn't mind it. I say we go for it." Ulquiorra says.
"Nice! How about we get them now!?" Nnoitra says excitedly.
Ulquiorra and Grimmjow agree to going with Nnoitra and getting tattoos. They all jump into the car and head off towards the shops. Grimmjow and Ulquiorra text their parents that they'll be home later than normal, Ulquiorra's parents telling him to be super careful and not to talk to strangers; 'For fucks sake...' Grimmjow hears Ulquiorra mutter under his breath.
Eventually they all arrive outside a shop with black painted walls with the name 'Abarai's Tattoos'spray painted on the wall. The place would have looked dodgy if it wasn't so incredibly neat, with it's little stalls around it and toy store next door. It wasn't grungy or dirty, it was clean and neat. They spray paint must have been to add color and make the shop stand out.
"Abarai? That's Renji's last name, maybe his relatives own this place?" Ulquiorra says.
Grimmjow vaguely remembers a Renji in a few of his classes.
Nnoitra ran over to the board on the wall of the shop to check what their opening and closing times were. "Hey guys they open in half and hour, roughly. I'm gonna grab some food first, maybe you guys should grab some money from the ATM while you're at it? Tattoos probably aren't cheap."
"Oh yeah I forgot those things cost money." Grimmjow says.
"Everything costs money." Ulquiorra replies.
"He's right, you know. Anyway, I'm gonna head across the road to the pet store." Nnoitra says, walking away from them.
Grimmjow sends a nervous glance in Ulquiorra's direction before replying, "I thought you wanted food?"
"Yeah?" Nnoitra replies, looking at Grimmjow in confusion.
"Nothing..." Grimmjow says, turning to Ulquiorra as Nnoitra continues on his way.
"He's not gonna eat the animals is he?" Grimmjow asks in concern.
Ulquiorra actually laughs out loud, having apparently been holding it in during the whole conversation. "He's g-getting dog food... for his dog." He wheezes.
"OH MY GOD. I feel so stupid now. Holy shit." Grimmjow says, rubbing his face with his hands.
He looks back to Ulquiorra who was still trying to get over the effects of laughing so hard. There was a small smile on his face as he tries to calm his breathing down a bit. Grimmjow stares at Ulquiorra longer than needed and they make eye contact.
"What?" Ulquiorra asks.
"Nothing, I just thought you should laugh more." Grimmjow replies.
"I laugh all the time, what are you talking about?" Ulquiorra says.
"You never laugh. That's the first time I've seen it. You should do it more often, it's nice." Grimmjow says, smirking lightly.
"Are you...flirting with me?" Ulquiorra asks slowly.
"Hm? No, I was just saying it because that's what I thought." Grimmjow replies.
"Oh." Ulquiorra replies, "Have you thought about what tattoo you would like to get?"
"Hmm, maybe something around my eyes?" Grimmjow says.
"That will stand out." Ulquiorra says, "The school wont like it but, whatever, we're so close to graduation anyway. I say go for it."
"Cool. What about you?" Grimmjow asks.
"Hmm, probably something on my face. I'm feeling kind of rebellious, in a way." Ulquiorra admits.
Ah, teenage rebellion. Such a glorious thing, Grimmjow thinks.
"I wonder what Nnoitra wants..." Grimmjow muses to himself.
"He would probably want something easily concealed yet in plain sight, if that makes sense." Ulquiorra says, looking around at the rows of shops surrounding them, "I think we should actually get some money out, we dont know if they'll take a card."
"Yeah that's true." Grimmjow replies.
The two of them walk around the shops looking for one of those machines that you can take money out of. They finally found it located in a small convenience store beside the grocery store. They walk inside and get their money, Ulquiorra stops to buy a drink for himself so Grimmjow decides to do the same. As they leave the store they see Nnoitra waiting outside the Tattoo parlor, the dog food wasn't with him so Grimmjow assumed he'd put it into the car.
"Have you guys decided what tats you want?" Nnoitra asks.
"Yeah, pretty much. Well, at least where we'd like them." Grimmjow replies, taking a seat beside Nnoitra on the pavement.
Ulquiorra sits down in front of them, opening the lid of his Pepsi and taking a sip, "I've decided to get something odd. Here, I'll draw it to show you." He says after putting his drink down.
Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he unlocks it and opens up a small drawing app. It takes him a little under a minute to finish his small drawing of the design he would like. He shows it up for everyone to see. He'd drawn a basic face with eyes nose and a mouth, and then in green he'd drawn what looked like tear marks going down either side of his face starting from below his eyes.
"That's what you want? It looks cool, albeit kind of emo, but cool." Nnoitra remarks.
"Shut up." Ulquiorra mutters.
"I think it's cool too. Emo, but cool." Grimmjow replies.
"Both of you shut up." Ulquiorra glares at them.
"Oh come on, we're just messin' with ya', it is actually pretty cool, and the color you've chosen there goes with your eyes, honestly," Nnoitra laughs, patting Ulquiorra on the shoulder, "and I'm not gonna say 'no homo' because seriously, you already know who I have a massive fucking crush on. Well... I'f I'm gonna be honest with myself, I think I'm in love with him."
Ulquiorra smirks lightly, "Yeah, I know you are, it's really obvious. You've known him for so long, too. You and him... you'd be really good together."
"Hehe, you're right about that." Nnoitra blushes slightly, "What about you, Grimmjow? What tat are you getting?" He asks to change the subject.
"Dunno yet, I'll let the tattooist decide." Grimmjow says.
"Really? Ok then. I think I'm gonna get two tattoos. One over my left eye and one on my tongue." Nnoitra replies.
"On your tongue?!" Grimmjow says, grimacing, knowing how much that one will hurt.
"Yeah. It's gonna be a number." Nnoitra says proudly.
"Why a number?" Ulquiorra asks.
"Because that's how long it took me to realize I was in love with Szay', starting from the time I got a crush on him." Nnoitra says, still proud, but much quieter.
"That's fucking adorable." Grimmjow says, "I'm gonna get a number tat as well, on my back."
"What's yours gonna symbolize?" Nnoitra asks.
"The number of times I got into fights in Middle School; and won." Grimmjow smirks proudly, placing a fist over his heart.
"Interesting. How many times did you get into those fights?" Ulquiorra asks.
"8," Grimmjow replies, " But only 6 of those I won."
"Well, since you guys are going to get numbers, then I might as well do so too." Ulquiorra says, "I think I'll get a 4, because that's how many hours it took to come to terms with my sexuality, and what age I was when my parents took me in. So it works both ways; convenient."
"Took you in? Were you adopted?" Grimmjow asks.
"Well, yeah. I mean you didn't think my parents conceived me did you?" Ulquiorra says.
"Oh yeah I forgot you had two dads. Whoops, sorry." Grimmjow says, embarrassed.
"Don't worry about it, it was an easy fact to forget when so much has happened since I told you." Ulquiorra says, giving Grimmjow a small smile.
"Hey you guys, what you doin' here?" A voice came from beside them and they all turned to see Renji walking towards then, black coat slung over his shoulder and hair up in it's usual spiky ponytail.
"Hey Renji. We're getting tattoos." Ulquiorra says.
"You guys? Getting tattoos? OK then, follow me. That is, I assume you're going here, right?" Renji says, gesturing to the tattoo parlor they were sitting outside of.
"So it is your shop after all?" Ulquiorra says.
"Yep, all mine. My parents left it to me. Not that I had any complaints, I mean, I'd always wanted to be a tattooist." Renji says, walking up to the door and unlocking it.
The three boys got up and followed Renji inside. Grimmjow studied his surroundings, looking at the interior of the shop. He was quite impressed at the style; not shabby, but yet not high-class, with the perfect blend of rich dark wood furniture and walls with red furnishings such as carpet and tapestry.
"Nice place you have here." Grimmjow said, continuing to study his surroundings. There were tables and chairs everywhere as well, the place was definitely larger than it looked from outside.
"Well it's gotta be nice, otherwise people wouldn't let a teenager do their tats. That and it's got to feel good to be in since people sometimes wait for hours, or wish to make their own designs for their tattoos. So some people are here all day. Who would like to sit here all day in a boring environment? Certainly not me." Renji explains, walking over to a light switch and turning the lights on.
"How long do tattoos normally take?" Ulquiorra asks.
"Depends on what design you want. Generally, for larger tattoos, it can take days, meaning multiple visits. Smaller tattoos can take a few hours, and ultra small tattoos maybe half an hour to an hour at least. It all depends on the size and color." Renji says, walking over to the receptionists desk.
He opens up a drawer and pulls out some blank paper and pencils. Placing that on the desk, he walks over to some filing cabinets behind him and opens them, pulling out specific designs. Once he'd chosen the ones he wanted, he brought them over two the three boys. Placing the designs on a table close by, he spread them out. They were of varying sizes and details. Ones obviously meant to be larger, and designs so simple they had to be smaller ones.
"As you can see, it really all depends on the design. You can look through these if you want. If you would like to see any other designs, just ask and I can see what I've got. If you wish to design your own, then please feel free to use the paper and pencils I've left over there." Renji explains, going to seat himself behind the receptionists desk.
Nnoitra walked over and grabbed three blank sheets of paper and the pack of pencils. He brings them back over to the Ulquiorra and Grimmjow. They all take a seat and Nnoitra gives them a piece of paper each, placing the pencils on the desk. They all start working on their designs, labeling where they want them and how big.
"This feels like 1st grade all over again." Grimmjow says, laughing a bit and almost messing up his design.
"Yeah it does." Ulquiorra replies, "It's more than school stuff though."
"So Grimmjow what design did you decide on? Since you're making your own, now." Nnoitra asks, not looking up from his design.
"I dunno what it is, but I think it looks cool." Grimmjow replies, holding up his sheet of paper for Nnoitra to see.
"Looks weird. Where's that supposed to go?" Nnoitra replies, frowning.
"Under my eyes. I think i might make it a green-ish blue color. Maybe; I'm still kind of deciding on what color I want it to be." Grimmjow explains.
"Well, I've finished mine." Nnoitra says proudly, holding up his new design for all to see.
"Dude that looks really cool. Is it a like a rose or something?" Grimmjow replies in awe, Ulquiorra looks up and seems intrigued with this new design as well.
"It's a pink rose, beautiful yet painful because of the thorns. Reminds me Szayel." Nnoitra says, blushing lightly.
"That's pretty cute, dude." Grimmjow says, smirking.
"Shut up." Nnoitra replies, looking away and lowering his design.
With all their designs finished and color coded, they gathered up everything and returned it to the desk where they were into one of the back rooms for Renji to start on tattoo preparations. Ulquiorra opted to go first for his tattoo, Grimmjow grabbed second place and Nnoitra was forced to go last. Ulquiorra entered the tattooing room, Grimmjow and Nnoitra waited outside for him to finish. It didn't take as long as they expected, maybe only 40-50 minutes.
Grimmjow was next to go in, he took a little longer than Ulquiorra, even though his tattoo was smaller, because of the tricky design of it; Ulquiorra's was fairly simple. When he came back out of the room, he was holding a wet cloth over his eyes, muttering about how it hurt more than he thought it would. Seeing Grimmjow about to trip over a chair, Ulquiorra quickly guided him to instead sit down on it.
Nnoitra was last to go in. He was taking a very long time, as expected since his design was the hardest to do.
"Wanna go for a walk around and see what shops they've got around here?" Grimmjow asks, knowing Ulquiorra would probably know the area well anyway.
"Sure, I guess. You haven't been here before so I can show you around." Ulquiorra replies.
The two of them leave the tattoo parlor and turn left, deciding to head towards the main shopping section, the multiple leveled building. The walked around a bit, looking for a place of interest. They found a large second hand shop, where people leave their unwanted and not needed items. It looked like an interesting place to check out, so Grimmjow pulled Ulquiorra over to it.
"Let's check out this place. It might have some good loot in it." Grimmjow says, smiling a child who just got candy.
"They do have some interesting things here sometimes." Ulquiorra replied, allowing himself to be pulled through the automatic doors of the shop.
Grimmjow ran over to hat stand where a large black hat covered in dark colored feathers sticking out of it, it's rim was wide and went around the whole hat. It looked quite stylish. A thought came to Grimmjow and he motioned for Ulquiorra to come over to where he was holding the hat. Ulquiorra walked over to him only to have the hat placed on his head.
"What are you doing?" Ulquiorra asked curiously as Grimmjow walked over to the stand nearby were some scarves were hanging.
"These suit you." Grimmjow says as he drapes a black scarf around Ulquiorra's neck.
"Thanks?" Ulquiorra furrows his brows in confusion.
Grimmjow thinks for a moment before taking the hat off and leaving the scarf on, "However, you look better without the hat."
"Ok..." Ulquiorra isn't sure how to reply to Grimmjow.
"Let's buy it, the scarf." Grimmjow says, grinning.
"I cant, I just spent all my money before." Ulquiorra says. Well, it is a nice scarf, he thinks.
"I'll buy it for you." Grimmjow says quickly.
"Oh no, you don't need to do that." Ulquiorra replies hurriedly, the thought of someone else buying something for him seemed preposterous, money should be spent on ones self and not on others.
"No really, it's fine! Besides, I'm the one who thinks it looks really good on you." Grimmjow says, unwrapping the scarf from around Ulquiorra's neck.
"... You don't have to buy it for me..." Ulquiorra says quietly.
"But I'm going to and you cant stop me." Grimmjow smirks, heading over to the cashier.
Ulquiorra stays silent as Grimmjow walks over and starts paying the cashier for the scarf, figuring it would be a futile effort to try and change Grimmjow's mind about buying him the scarf. Grimmjow finished paying and the two of them leave the shop, not bothering to go and check out the rest of the items being sold there.
Grimmjow stops and turns to Ulquiorra, reaching into the plastic shopping bag and pulling out the scarf. Reaching over to Ulquiorra, Grimmjow wraps the woolen black scarf around the other males neck as he had done in the shop. He smirks and pulls back to look at his work.
"It really does suit you, you know? I know I said it before, but I really mean it. With your black hair added to it, it really makes your eyes stand out; and now that you have that tattoo it makes them stand out even more." Grimmjow says, looking over Ulquiorra.
"You know, you sound like you have a crush on me..." Ulquiorra smirks lightly as Grimmjow frowns.
"I dont have a crush on you, but you are really pretty." Grimmjow replies, not at all embarrassed.
"Oh... thank you." Ulquiorra replies, he suddenly felt lighter, like he was floating on air for a second, "You can say embarrassing things so easily. I'd never have the courage to say something like that to someone."
"Really? I've never been afraid to just come right out and say something. Obviously I sometimes get embarrassed though. I also know when not to say things." Grimmjow explains, looking away and rubbing the back of his neck.
"I see. Well...I'm quite the opposite. I hardly ever say anything. When I want to say something, I usually overthink the consequences of doing so and then by the time I've gained enough mental preparation to say the thing, the time for it has passed and I no longer can; or the subject had been changed." Ulquiorra replies.
"Damn, that sucks." Grimmjow says, trying to find more words to say to Ulquiorra.
Ulquiorra just shrugs, "It's annoying, but I've gotten used to it."
Just then Ulquiorra's phone rang from deep inside his pocket, frowning, he pulled it out to check the number, praying it was one of his fathers. When he saw it was Nnoitra's number he went to answer it.
"It's Nnoitra," He whispers to Grimmjow before answering the phone,"Hello?"
There's silence for a minute before Ulquiorra speaks up, "How the fuck did you do that?!...Yes, I know you explained it, but still... Oh my God... Yes, yes we'll come get you... No, I'll drive and you will sit in the back seat... You have to sit there because I dont want look at your face while I drive your stupid ass to the hospital... I don't care if it's your car or not, this is not the time to argue about where in the car has the best fucking view... Listen, stop talking; I'm hanging up, go meet us by the car and we will be there in a minute." Ulquiorra slams the disconnect call button as hard as he can sighing loudly and rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration.
"What the fuck was all that?" Grimmjow says in alarm.
"Nnoitra had a little accident during getting his tattoo done." Ulquiorra explains vaguely.
"How the fuck did he do that?" Grimmjow asks, they start to head back towards the car.
"He said as Renji was about to start on his SECOND tattoo, yes, second, before you ask, he got a text from Szayel. Of course, his lovesick ass had to sit up as fast he could to get his phone out his pocket, the dumb fuck. Now he's got the tattoo needle stuck in his eye." Ulquiorra growls in annoyance.
"Holy shit. I'd ask if he was fine, but he clearly is. Maybe not his brain, though." Grimmjow replies, not sure whether to laugh or be worried about his friend.
"Dumb shit." Ulquiorra mutters.
"I've never heard you swear so much." Grimmjow says.
"You'd be surprised what asocial people can do when under stress." Ulquiorra replies, "We're like cornered rats."
"I never took you for the asocial type." Grimmjow says.
"You've hardly known me for longer than a few days." Ulquiorra points out.
"Oh yeah. I keep forgetting we only met recently! It feels like we've been friends for ages." Grimmjow says.
"Yeah, I suppose so." Ulquiorra replies.
They finally make it back to the car where Renji appeared to be holding a large towel over the side of Nnoitra's head. Renji looked really pissed off while Nnoitra seemed to be in pain, yet still laughing and chatting casually. Ulquiorra walks over to the car and instantly starts lecturing Nnoitra on how much of an idiot he was.
"Thanks Renji, we can take it from here." Ulquiorra says exasperatedly.
"Good, there's blood all over my work station. He's lucky I have no customers until 10. Well, no customers with bookings, anyway. Who knows who could turn up." Renji says, glaring at Nnoitra.
"I apologize for the trouble my imbecile of a friend has caused." Ulquiorra says, giving a polite bow.
"Just get him to the hospital. One more thing, take care of your tattoos for the first few months. People think they're fine after a few weeks, and they get infected and say I did bad job. Do your research, guys. Keep them clean." Renji says before quickly jogging back to his shop.
Ulquiorra motions for Grimmjow to sit beside Nnoitra and help him keep the towel on his wound while Ulquiorra jumps into the front of the car to start up the engine. There was blood all down the front of Nnoitra's white hooded jacket, making Grimmjow wonder just how bad the wound was. He felt sick thinking about it all, but since he couldn't actually see the wound his stomach didn't rebel that bad.
"Nnoitra, pass me your phone." Ulquiorra says, reaching his hand into the back seat for Nnoitra to dump his phone into the waiting hands.
"Shouldn't text and drive, dude. Dangerous." Nnoitra says, laughing lightly.
"I'm not texting, I'm calling; and like you're one to talk. Shouldn't text and jump into a fucking needle." Ulquiorra counters, smirking inwardly as Nnoitra just scoffs and doesn't reply.
Ulquiorra quickly dialed a number into the phone, his eyes surprisingly never leaving the road even once. He held the phone to his ear and waited for the other person to pick up. Once he got a hold of the person on the other end, he immediately started talking.
"Hey, meet us at the hospital near Starbucks in Karakura town... No, I don't have time to explain it to you... It doesn't matter why I have his phone... No, he's not alright, he's a fucking idiot, hurry up and just get there, ok? Bye." Ulquiorra hits the end call button and chucks the phone into the back of the car without a care, hitting Grimmjow in the head.
"Ow! Dude, not cool. Watch where you throw that thing!" Grimmjow says, frowning.
"Sorry, just annoyed." Ulquiorra mutters.
"Say sorry to me as well, you could have broken my phone." Nnoitra whines.
"Shouldn't you be in pain or something?" Ulquiorra spits back.
"I AM in pain, just so you know. Talking takes my mind away from it. Makes me concentrate on something other than, you know, my missing goddamn eye?" Nnoitra replies.
Ulquiorra hits the brakes suddenly, lurching everyone forward in their seats, before turning around to stare at Nnoitra in shock.
"You LOST your eye!?" Ulquiorra shrieks.
Grimmjow thinks he's going to hurl all of a sudden as the realization hits him about how there's so much blood when it was only a 'needle to the eye'. He fights to hold back his lurching stomach so that he doesn't puke everywhere and seem rude to his new friends.
"Well, where the hell is your eye?! You can't have just... chucked it out or something, I mean surely you're not that stupid?" Ulquiorra asks, there was cars honking their horns at them for being in the middle of the road.
"No, I'm not that stupid, jeez." Nnoitra says as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out what looks like a slightly mangled miniature white balloon, and holds it up for Ulquiorra to see.
That was the final straw for Grimmjow as he jumps from the and straight onto the road, vomiting all over the place. A few concerned citizens exited their cars and came running over to Grimmjow to see if he was ok. One or two looked into the car to see if everything was alright, only to see the eye, the blood and a grinning Nnoitra with a horrified Ulquiorra looking like he was ready to punch the shit out of his eyeless friend.
An orange haired girl helped Grimmjow up, and he had to hold himself back from not pushing her away out of embarrassment at throwing up in front of everyone. He wiped his mouth clean of remaining puke and leaned against the side of the car in order to catch his breath.
"What happened here?" The orange haired girl asked in concern, "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Well do you have anything for a sore throat? Sore stomach? My eyes hurt too." Grimmjow says, "Also my friend is an idiot. A really big idiot."
"Um, no I don't have anything like that with me, but I would have if you'd seen me yesterday! I'm a doctor, you see." She explains, "Pity I didn't have work today though, otherwise I would have had all my supplies."
"Well, too bad you don't have them with you." Grimmjow replies.
Ulquiorra jumps out of the car, slamming the door hard behind him and walking over to Grimmjow, "Hey, are you ok?" He asks softly.
"Yeah, just a little sick in the stomach. I can't believe he had that thing in his pocket; not to mention on the same side I was sitting!" Grimmjow growls.
"You can ride in the front of the car, I don't care if he dies from blood loss at this point. But we gotta go, right now. I don't think all these cars we're holding up are going to be patient for much longer." Ulquiorra replies, tugging lightly the sleeve of Grimmjow's jacket.
"Thanks for offering to help. I guess I'll be on my way." Grimmjow mutters to the girl with the orange hair as he walks back to the car, being careful to not look in Nnoitra's direction.
Ulquiorra steps on the gas and they finally get back to going on their way to the hospital.
Along the way, Nnoitra actually had the nerve to ask if they could stop for some food, to which his reply was silence and Ulquiorra speeding up. Finally they made it to Karakura town hospital. When they pulled into the parking area they found a free parking spot after a few minutes of hard searching. Nnoitra's phone beeps to say he's got a message.
Picking up his phone to check the message, Nnoitra sits up straight and says, "Szay says he's here? Was that who you called? Why did you call him? He can't see me without my eye." Nnoitra panics.
"I called him because you would panic, and he is the best at calming you down. Tell him we're the B section of the parking area, he'll know which car is ours." Ulquiorra replies.
"What do you mean I'm going to panic?" Nnoitra just starts panicking more at the thought that he has something other than Szayel seeing his lack of left eye to panic over.
"You'll see, but I'm surprised you haven't started panicking already." Ulquiorra muses.
"What's going on?" Grimmjow asks.
"He's got a huge fear of operations." Ulquiorra explains, knowing full well Nnoitra can hear every word he says.
"I'm going to have an operation!?" Nnoitra shrieks, horrified at the thought.
"Obviously. I mean, you cant just go running around with your eye like that. If they're even going to have an attempt at fixing your damned face, then you're going straight on the operating table. A blood transfusion may be needed as well if you keep losing all that blood." Ulquiorra explains calmly.
"FUCK. FUCK, NO I CANT. I HATE OPERATIONS." Nnoitra is really freaking out now.
A knock on the window shows that Szayel had arrived, finally. Grimmjow turns to look at him. He had pink hair down to his shoulders and a pair of odd thick rimmed white glasses, he appeared to be in a lab coat. Grimmjow realized he probably came here straight from work.
Szayel opens the door closest to Nnoitra and leans in to tap his shoulder, "Dude, it's me."
Nnoitra stops panicking for a moment, "They said I have to have an operation!" He says quickly.
"You're going to be ok. What happened? Tell me everything." Szayel asks, sliding into the car to sit beside Nnoitra.
"Um, I slipped while getting a tattoo and I kinda slipped INTO the needle and gouged out my eye." Nnoitra explains, leaving out some details.
Szayel didn't look too convinced but decided not to pester Nnoitra for the truth, "I see. Come on, let's get you insi- is that your eye!?" He points to the item in Nnoitra's hand.
"Huh? Oh, haha yeah it is. Like it?" Nnoitra says, dangling the mangled eye up the same way one would hold a condom.
"It looks great, can I have it? I mean, there's no way could sew that back into you." Szayel says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a zip-lock bag.
"Sure, I don't see why not." Nnoitra says, placing the eye into the bag.
Grimmjow grimaces without actually looking at the situation, and leans over to Ulquiorra, "They're actually perfect for each other..." He whispers.
Ulquiorra nods in reply, "I agree."
Nnoitra Szayel clamber out of the car, keeping the towel around Nnoitra's wound. Szayel helps him into the ER and up to the front desk.
"My friend just lost his eye and is bleeding everywhere, he may need to be operated on, but I'm not sure because I haven't seen how bad the wound is yet, but I think he's going to need immediate attention because of the amount of blood he has lost." Szayel explains, rather calmly for someone who's friend is dripping blood into someone's handbag while the owner is sleeping.
"OK, bring him through the doors to the left, and ask for Dr. Kurosaki." The man behind the reception says, pointing towards the door.
"Thank you." Szayel says before grabbing Nnoitra by the wrist and pulling him through the white double doors and up to the next reception area.
That was the last Grimmjow and Ulquiorra saw of Nnoitra for that day, because as soon as Nnoitra had gone with Szayel, they'd taken his car to use to get themselves home. The way back had been relatively silent apart from a few bits of small talk here and there. Eventually they reached their houses and parked outside of Grimmjow's.
"See you tomorrow." Ulquiorra says, climbing out of the car.
"Yeah, see you." Grimmjow replies, doing the same.
They both go their separate ways and head back into their own homes. Grimmjow wondered what his mother would think of his tattoo. There was no point in hiding it from her since it was on his face. The one on his side wasn't finished yet, none of his friends ones were either. They were just traced so they could be filled in later on. They'll have to go back tomorrow or the day after to have their tattoos finished.
Well there's no point in worrying over it at the moment, Grimmjow thinks. It was already getting late and he was hungry after all of the days events. Grabbing some toast, Grimmjow eats it quickly and heads to the bathroom to have a shower, grimacing as the hot water makes his tattoos sting. Getting out of the shower and drying himself off, Grimmjow finally crashes onto the bed and tries to fall asleep.